Prospect # 1 C****
C***** and I have coffee today, at the cafe downstairs. He postponed it twice, but who was I to complain? Were just friends after all ‘di ba?
Convo topics were mostly office chismis and stories from his department, marketing. However, something really revealing happened:
“Here you go, its my treat” C***** slid the tray with two steaming cappucinos on the table in front of me.
“Ha?” I fumbled for my wallet for some cash. “No, here-”
“Marcus waved me off, saying, “Don’t worry, malakas ka sa ‘kin!”
I swear, I practically GLOWED.
“Uh-Oh” C*****’s tone suddenly took on a seriously panocky tone.
“My Ex,” C***** croaked out, grabbing the promo card stand on the table and hiding behind it. A pretty, long-haired girl had just entered the cafe.
Awkward moment! for both of us, I mean, Obviously, he was still affected. The reason for their break-up?
“She couldn’t understand how I really needed to devote time to my work,” he told me with a big sigh, after she had left-thankfully without catching sight of him. “But after my dad passed away, I’m the only one my family’s counting on to contribute at home.”
I nodded, sympathetically. How very noble-I was more drawn to him than ever. Now, if only I wouldnt feel so insecure.
Still, J***’s not texting me…..
